Date: Sat, 29 Aug 2009 20:15:22 -0500
From: cc <catabout9@gmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Office

When I was young I used to love to go to my father's office on Saturday. My
father was a lawyer and his office was in a great old building. It was a
rambling sort of office that he and his partner had divided up for privacy.
There was the front office where the secretary worked, then the long
hallway with doors to my father's office, which had a big desk, a couch and
a few comfortable chairs, then a room with a table for conferences, the
middle office where the 2 legal assistants worked and then finally his
partner, Mr. Rosen's office, which also had a separate entrance. They had a
larger staff than you might think for a small town, but my father had been
born blind and, before the time of computers and all the new technology, he
relied on his assistants to do research and read legal briefs for him. That
was one of the reasons that I loved to go to his office-as soon as I could
read well, I got paid to it for him once or twice a week. We would go to
his office early in the morning, 2 or 3 Saturdays a month, I would do some
reading for him and then afterward I would goof around while he listened to
tapes of things that his clerks had recorded and then we would go get a
hamburger at the drugstore or head over to my uncle's store and have lunch
with him. We lived in a small town so once I was 11 or 12, I could pretty
much go where ever I wanted to and since I got paid for the reading I had
some money in my pocket.

I figured out by the time I was 13 or so that I was gay-it didn't bother me
much. Like all horny kids I spent a lot of time thinking about sex and how
to get it. Fortunately, I did not have to look too hard for it.  The
building that my dad's office was in had restrooms on every floor. They
were the old fashion type rest rooms with floor to ceiling cubicles instead
of stalls.  Someone had cut a glory hole into one of the stalls in the
men's room on my dad's floor and for some reason no one ever closed it
up. Since you needed a key to use the rest rooms the only people that could
use them were from the building. I would make it a point to spend an hr
there when I could and sometimes would even ride my bike to my dad's office
after school so that I could suck some dick. I couldn't tell whose dick I
was sucking or taking up my butt, except that after a while, certain dicks
became familiar. I knew that I had to be discrete because I did not want to
embarrass my parents.

I also used to get my hair cut on Saturdays at the barber shop on the
ground floor of the building. I had been going to Jorgenson's barber shop
all my life. I liked old man Jorgenson; everyone called him "old Jorg". He
must have been about 70 at the time. Like many of the men in our
predominantly Swedish community, he had a moustache, but his was a fancy
handle bar that curled up at the end, he was tall, ramrod straight and
completely bald, which I thought was neat. His son, who also worked in the
shop and was about 50, looked just like him except he had salt and pepper
hair, cropped in military flat top and a bushy blonde stache. I had noticed
that the last few times I had been in that old Jorg stood pretty close to
me when he was cutting my hair and sometimes I would look up and catch his
eye and he would wink at me and rub in a bit more. It wasn't long before I
started to "accidentally" rub my arm against him and I could feel his nice
hard dick. One day while I was rubbing up against him I casually shifted so
that my hand could come up and I grasped his dick and started to rub and
jack it a bit. Since I had the cover on, the fellow in the other chair
could not see what I was doing and Mr. Jorgenson just kept smiling and
talking. After the fellow in the other chair left Mr. Jorgenson said that
it was getting to be time for lunch and told his son, Loftus, to lock the
door, pull the shades and put up the "out to lunch" sign. Loftus smiled and
winked at me, went and locked the door and came back over.

Mr. Jorgenson took off the cover and shook it out and grabbed his dick
"Well Johann, he said to me, I think you might like to have a hot dog for
lunch, eh? Maybe 2?"

I nodded eagerly. He unzipped his pants and worked out his already hard
dick. It was a beauty, about 7 inches long, slim with a nice pink mushroom
head, a nice pair of low hanger balls and a forest of grey and white pubic
hair I would have wondered what his son Loftus was thinking, except he had
already pulled down my shorts and was busy licking my hard dick, so I
leaned sideways and slurped down Old Jorg's wiener and started a slow
tongue dance on it. After a few minutes of this he suggested that I slide
out of my shorts and show them my butt. I bent over and spread my cheeks
and Old Jorg immediately dove in and started to eat and suck at my hole. I
loved having my hole played with and tongued and I knew how to push out my
little pucker so that he could get his tongue further in.  Meanwhile Loftus
had moved around and was vigorously fucking my face with a dick that was
just like his dad's. I spit on my hand and started to jack myself.

After I was nice and wet and opened up, Old Jorg stood up and slid his
slim, hard dick up my butt and started to fuck nice and slow, pulling all
the way out and then popping the head back in, but that did not last too
long, soon both of them were pumping hard at each hole. Old Jorg leaned in
slightly so that he could pinch my tender nipples and I lost it and started
to shoot. I clamped down tight with my butt on his dick and old Jorg let
out a groan and started to shoot up my butt. Loftus seeing his dad unload
started to shoot his spunk in my mouth so I got a nice tasty load. I had
not ever had 2 men at once so this was amazing and I was happy to have jizz
in both ends. Old Jorg pulled me close and gave me a big sloppy kiss, his
tongue tasting what was left of his son's load.

"You check in early next time and we will tell you what time we can close
for lunch eh Johann? Loftus will want to fuck you the next time. We don't
get the chance to fuck a nice tight, little ass very often"

I nodded and reached in my pocket with my cummy hand and handed Old Jorg
the 2 dollars my hair cut cost. He let out one of his big belly laughs and
said "I'm not taking your money you little pup!! You keep it"

"Neat" I thought

I hustled back up to my dad's office. His partner Lou Rosen was up with
him. My sister's and I called him "Uncle" and his girls did the same with
my parents.  I would have been disappointed since I was hungry and wanted
to fool around in the offices, but I though Uncle Lou was a great guy. I
had played tennis with him many times over the years. He was a patient
teacher and now since I was on the high school varsity tennis team and had
a good competitive game, I enjoyed being able to beat him.  I was pretty
sure that the last time we played he had been checking out my butt and also
pretty sure that he was hiding a boner in the shower, but it was hard to
tell with all the steam.  Uncle Lou was divorced, which was a little weird
in our town, stranger still, he was one of only a few single Jewish men. He
was dating a woman from another town but I had heard him complaining to my
dad that he "wasn't getting any and was going nuts."  My dad just smiled
and told him to be patient and reminded him that his dick got him divorced
in the first place.  Uncle Lou had not been careful and had gotten caught
twice cheating on his wife.  I could understand that women would find him
very attractive. He looked like a stockier version of Omar Sharif very,
very good looking and in a town full of blonde Swede's he was almost
exotic. Mr. Rosen was short and powerfully built. In the locker room at the
tennis club I could not help admire his broad shoulders, big arms,
incredibly hairy chest and big thick cock. The first time I saw it I made
no effort not to stare, even soft, it looked like a fire plug with a pair
of big firm balls that looked to be the size of small eggs. He caught me
looking then, and many times after and always gave me sort of a quizzical
look but made no effort to cover up. I wanted to choke on his shlong and
had jacked off many times thinking of how it would feel to get plugged by
his thick meat, but he was my dad's partner and his ex wife was one of my
mom's best friends so I thought it best to steer clear.

I said hello and leaned over and gave him a hug. He ruffled my just cut
hair and teased me

"You call that a haircut? Carl you should feel your kid's hair-Old Jorg and
Loftus must have lost their scissors"

I rolled my eyes "Uncle Lou it isn't that long"

"Oh yeah? From the back you could be a pretty blonde girl"

I snorted "No way"

"Ha-you've never seen yourself from the back. You are a skinny little
sucker. Carl what do you feed this kid?"

My dad just nodded. Uncle Lou was right that I was a skinny kid. I was
nowhere near what you would expect from looking at my dad, who was a big
guy, 6'4" and about 220 pretty solid pounds. Even though he was blind he
still worked out, walked a lot with his dog and swam 3 or 4 times a
week. Still he was a big guy.

My dad asked Lou about something on a case they were working on and said he
wanted to listen to the transcript again and put his headphones on and
turned on his tape player.

Uncle Lou said "By the way sport it looks like you sat in something."

Right when he said that I realized that some of Old Jorg's cum had leaked
out of my hole and since I was wearing those skimpy nylon running shorts
that were popular in the 70's it had made a wet spot on my butt.

"It's nothing" I said plopping down on the couch next to him.

He laughed and ruffled my hair again. "Grab me a cigar from your old man's
humidor before you get too comfortable"

I got back up and grabbed one of the big Maduros from my father's desk
humidor and plopped back down again on the couch beside him

"Can I light it?"

"Sure thing sport but I dropped the matches and can't get to them"

I leaned over him and groped around in the crack between the cushion and
the arm of the couch. Without thinking I lay across his lap and tried to
reach as far as I could. I could feel Uncle Lou's dick and it was
definitely getting hard.

"Umm stop squirming around-get some matches from your dad's desk"

"No it's OK I got them"

I pushed down a little on his dick and "accidentally" reached between his
legs to push myself back up. When I got back on my feet I noticed that his
face was flushed and there was a big tent in his pants. He covered it with
his hand and glanced nervously at my dad, who was concentrating on what he
was listening to and not able to hear us.  I looked him straight in his
eyes; I licked the tip of the cigar, clipped it and handed it to him.

"Here this will be easier" I said and straddled his legs and struck the
match and held it to the cigar. After hesitating for a moment he steadied
my hand with one of his hands and rolled the cigar with the other. I smiled
a little and settled my butt down on the big hard mound in his pants.

His eyes opened wide and he looked over at my dad again, muttered `Aw shit"
under his breath and then leaned back puffing on his cigar while I ground
my butt against him.

He put his hands on my waist and pushed me down harder against his dick
"You want it don't you?"

"Oh yeah Uncle Lou I want your big dick in my butt. I want you to fuck me
HARD."

He responded by pushing my shorts to one side, exposing my little hole and
roughly shoved a big finger in. His eyes opened wide in surprise when it
slid right in and he took his finger out and smelled it

"Fuck it smells like someone has already been in there today"

I leaned forward and he slid his pants down. I spit on my hand and grabbed
his dick; my hand couldn't even fit around his fat monster. I was happy for
the load that was already up my ass since I was going to need the lube. I
guided the head to my dripping, twitching butthole and plunged down on it
and without stopping started to ride it hard up and down-coming all the way
off it and then plunging back down. After about five minutes of riding his
fat dick I noticed that he was puffing harder on his cigar and after a
moment more he grabbed my waist and started to lift me up and slam me down
on his pole. He made a strangled growling noise and I could feel him
filling my butt up with his hot load. We stayed that way for a minute. I
tightened my hole, milking his cock of every last drop. His dick stayed
hard and without taking it out of me he put his powerful arms around me,
rocked forward, and stood up. He carried me, still impaled on his dick with
his cigar clenched between his teeth to his office. He bent me over his
desk and started to fuck me with just the fat head of his tool just popping
it in and out of my stretched out l hole and teasing me with it. Then
suddenly ramming it all the way in he started to plow me senseless. He
reached around and found my nipples, which were still a little sore from
old Jorg, and started to twist and pull them brutally. I was moaning and
drooling and wanted to cum but every time I would start to jack my dick he
would push my hand away.

"You don't have a dick. You're just pussy boy-get used to it"

After a solid 20 minutes of hard fucking, he started going even faster!! I
kept trying to tighten my hole around his dick but I was past being able to
do that. Then with a big grunt he unloaded again, grinding into me and
pulling me to him in a painful grasp. I was in heaven. After a moment, he
turned me around and looked at me, shook his head, leaned down and kissed
me gently. He grabbed my ass cheeks, pulled them apart and slid his finger
in and fucked me slowly with it for a second.

"Oh baby, I don't know how we are going to manage it, but I want this as
often as I can get it"

I smiled "I think we can work something out"

"I need to get going-tell your dad I will see him on Monday."

I walked naked down the hall to my dad's office. He was sitting and smoking
a cigar. "Well was I right? Did you get your Uncle Lou's dick?"

"Yes daddy"

"Well get over here and lets see what you got"

I walked over and spread my legs. His dick was out and hard, it looked like
a big snake, long and thick and so hard it was all red.  He put his hand
between my legs. He had amazing hands with long, slim fingers.  I think
because he was blind they were very sensitive and he used them well.  He
tickled my puffy hole

"Oh my, he really used you didn't he?"

"Yes daddy, he fucked me twice and Old Jorg fucked me too"

"Well you know what to do, push it out"

I pushed my hole against his hand and squirted the cum out.  He held his
hand up and I leaned forward and slurped the cum up, licking between his
fingers to get it all. I loved the tangy taste.

"Suck my dick boy I'm gonna give you what you want"

I leaned over twisting slightly so that he could play with my sore, hungry
hole. I licked and sucked his big snake dick, opening my throat and letting
the whole 9 inches slide down my gullet. He fingered me vigorously for a
moment using his incredible fingers to read me from the inside. Then he got
some lotion from his desk and generously slathered it on his hand and my
nice loose pucker. He started to work his fingers slowly in and out,
pushing and twisting a little more in each time. He shot his creamy load in
my mouth at the same moment that his big hand slid right into me.  He
braced his elbow on the arm of his chair and I stood up and slid more of
his arm into me. Jesus I loved that. I started a slow but persistent ride
up and down on his hand, going down little more each time-grinding and
pushing to get as much in as I could. He started to gently and slowly jack
my cock, encouraging me and telling me what a good boy I was. After about ½
an hour I got all the way to his elbow and shot a huge load that he fed to
me after I slid off his arm and then onto his dick.

I really like going to my dad's office.